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Failure
01:35
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You watch me free fall,
and then bury me.
I'm just another casualty;
Another unsuspecting failure.
Getting eyed like a fucking disease,
I'm like an outlaw; words don't come out when I speak.
If I'm a failure, yet practice what I preach...
I'll stand proud; You can't drag me under.
You can't drag me under.
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2. |
1564
01:37
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You're not a 16th century poet,
If your words were scripture... I'd hardly notice.
Disguise nothing with metaphors,
Claim credit without the work.
It's a masterpiece without the art,
But I'm sorry your relationship fell apart...
Psych!
You think you have all of the answers,
Your words are a fucking cancer.
Keep singing the same old song and dance.
Keep spitting the truth that you think you have.
You are meaningless in a meaningful fasion.
Your words emotion; without any passion.
You're only leading the deaf.
You're only leading the deaf.
Keep spinning and continue to fake emotion,
WIth every breath.
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3. |
Crucified
02:44
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When its all smooth sailing,
There's bound to be a storm.
Been killin' time while it kills me,
And losing faith in the morning.
Cut me out,
For the final time,
And leave...
Without a worry.
You know what it takes;
Everyday every hour,
My thoughts just get louder.
You know I can't fake,
Even the smallest emotion;
My color's been stolen.
It's brought me to my knees;
This sickness you can't even see.
It's made me weak,
At least that's what they tell me.
Crucified.
And when I find my peace,
I fuckin' run like hell,
Don't want my hopes to expose my self.
And when I find my peace,
You can hardly tell,
The smallest things keep dragging me down.
Been killin' time while it kills me,
And losing faith in the morning.
I guess the wicked made this their home.
A throne to watch this suffering world;
To watch it burn.
I'd rather die alone,
Than my last breath be hope.
I'd rather die alone,
Than my last breath be hope.
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4. |
Defeated
02:05
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It's growing clear to me,
That it's never how it used to be.
(Youth Keep Me),
Bring back the old days.
Time is a bitter sweet lightning,
That's running faster than you think.
It's funny how something so fleeting...
Defeats me.
I remember days I did not think,
Of thoughts of who couldn't be,
Of thoughts of my morality...
It haunts me.
That time has passed,
I can't make things last anymore.
The years have now blended together,
My memories; one single picture.
(Don't Blink),
The end is closer than you think...
Run.
Good luck and I,
Seem to be on bad terms lately.
These days I'm closer to my grave.
I'd hate to drown in you without the truth.
The years and I don't agree.
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5. |
In Hell
02:20
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Looking back,
Looking back for something
Loss of breath, yet I can't seem to hold my tongue.
The cycle; ever short materialistic,
Giving up; on what it means to live.
Home is the incarceration of modern.
Free is what you get when you're crippled and tired,
And I'm tired now.
Lost is what we're driving towards,
And a feeling that leads to nothing.
Dreams and hopes; understanding to cope
And the truth dies with you.
With shades of grey,
In the ground we will all lay,
Rich or poor this cancer ends you the fucking same.
No hope.
With shades of grey,
This leads to nothing...
Helplessness is a bullshit excuse,
Yet time repeats itself for future use.
No hope.
Can't shake the thought that I'd be safe in Hell,
Hell maybe I'm there now.
Can't shake the thought that I'd be safe in Hell.
Hell maybe I'm there.
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